บท 30: Chapter 30 The Golden House Conceals the Beauty (4)

Perhaps fearing that Bo Yan would come and snatch away her food, she ate very quickly, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster's as she finished off a large plate of breakfast in no time.

Seeing that Bo Yan hadn't finished his bottle of Paris water, she sneakily took it for herself without pouring it into a wine glass and unscrewed the cap to drink directly from the bottle. The carbonation traveled down her esophagus, and that feeling of contentment was simply amazing.

Not to mention, although Bo Yan seemed annoying, he cooked quite delicious meals. For the chicken breast to be crispy on the outside and tender and juicy on the inside was no small feat.

Looking up, at the other end of the long table, Bo Yan was elegantly using a napkin, lightly dabbing the corners of his mouth.

Then he got up, taking all the plates to the kitchen to wash.